Where to begin…

There is a certain man who deserves far more than a thank you for putting up with me when my fingers won’t type as fast as the thoughts enter my brain…when taking a bathroom break is about as long as I can leave my computer. And of course, there are three incredible little girls who drive me (crazy) every single day. Without you four, I would be nothing. I love you more than you’ll ever know.

Stephie… It’s always so hard to come up with something at the end of a book for you because I tell you my thoughts on a daily basis. But since you love to hear how great you are, I’ll say it again. You’re a whorehole.

Kristie… My house needs decorating.

Marlo… I know I say this all the time, but I honestly don’t think I could publish a book without you. Your creativity and thoughts, and just overall support, keep me steady in a windstorm. Love you, Lobs!

Angela… Holy cow you’re never allowed to leave me. Ever. Got it? I have witnesses! You force me past my comfort zone and then hold my hand (and remind me of everything about a million times a day). I’d be lost without you!

Kristie… It’d be great if you could come over here. You know, to decorate my house.

Heidi… Or should I say, Mrs Axel?! LOL! Love you, C!

Stefanie… It may have taken us a while, but I think we finally found our groove!! I shall never ask you to beta after I finish writing again. From now on, you must be part of it from the beginning. You have no choice in the matter. “Debating” our opposite opinions gives my two-sided situations so much depth, and that’s not possible if I’ve already written it. Thank you so much for walking through this journey with me and pointing me in the right direction (even when you don’t know you’re doing it).

Kristie… I’m waiting. So is my house.

Josie… As always, you didn’t let me down! I honestly can’t express how much I appreciate you. They say everything happens for a reason, and no matter how I feel about the whole Booktrope thing, I got you out of it. And if you ever try to leave, I’ll lock you in my basement. Well, I don’t have a basement, but I’ll find one and lock you in it!

Judy… You’re amazing! Thank you so much for everything you do! PS—I’m going to have to fire you because you’re far too pretty to proofread my shit! Haha!

Robin… This cover. Let’s not even talk about the headache that it started with, and only focus on the fabulous end product! Which, by the way, looks amazing on a blanket! Thank you so much for your patience and the many many hours you dedicate to me!

Emily… In a way, you’re like my soul mate. You were there for me at the very beginning, like a high school sweetheart. And you continued to support me while I “found myself” with other people, like a college separation. And when it mattered the most, fate brought us both together with the help of a naked man. We’re what books are written about! LMAO! Love you!!

Chris… You should tell your wife to come decorate my house.

TWOTs… You six keep me grounded, lift me up, and support me. You’re like my gravity (Get it, Lauren?!)

Sarah… As always, I love you. Stop doubting it. What you can or do for me will never, ever ever ever, affect how I feel about you. I love you!

Canada… I have a bone to pick with you. You let Kristie out. If you wanna make it up to me, make her come decorate my house. Thanks in advance.

Readers… I don’t have anything else to say but THANK YOU! To all the old and new, and those in between, thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me a chance or sticking by me. Whether you loved or hated this book, or just liked it somewhat, you’ll never know how grateful I am that you at least gave it shot.

Bloggers… You do this because you love it. For the love of the book, the love of the journey, the love of the author, or just plain old love of the escape a book can bring. There is not enough words to thank you for the time you give us, no matter how you feel about our particular book. Thank you isn’t enough, so I’m gonna say this (read it in slow motion) thank you. (You totally read that with a deep voice and pictured a man running in slow-mo with his mouth wide open, didn’t you?!)